Segue algumas das frases que marquei durante a leitura:
"Anyway. I think forcing yourself to keep up appearances and putting up this identity that isn’t yours, a mask you don’t wear when you’re alone, is phony. If you have to do all that stuff to get someone to love you, then can you really say they love you and who you really are? Once you change yourself to win affection, to win love, I don’t even know if you can still call you you. If you’ve built your relationship on pretense and lies, it’ll probably fail in some way or another, and if you’ve fundamentally changed yourself, then it’s not really you."
"Moments like that could make a regular guy inadvertently fall for her. But that wasn’t going to happen here. I’m not having any more misunderstandings, making any more assumptions, or getting the wrong idea ever again. Trying to find meaning in plain coincidence or mere phenomena is the kind of bad habit you see in guys who can’t get girls. When she greets you in the morning, that’s just common politeness. When she drops her handkerchief in front of you, that’s carelessness. And when a girl at your part-time job gives you her e-mail address, it’s because she wants you to cover her shift. I don’t believe in coincidence, fate, or destiny. All you can believe in are company orders. I really think you shouldn’t turn into that kind of adult."
"And as for Hachiman Hikigaya… Had I seen nothing at all? Sometimes, I could indeed get a vague grasp of her actions and the psychology underlying them. But that didn’t mean I understood how she feels. It’s just that we were in similar positions in similar environments, so that led me to make analogies. Those analogies are nothing more than offhand approximations. People only ever see what they want to see. I think I was honing in on something familiar to me within her. The way she persists in her aloofness, in her own sense of justice, and doesn’t lament about how misunderstood she is or how she’s given up on understanding others. She unquestionably had that perfect superhuman nature I was attempting to master. I…don’t feel any desire to know more about her. The Yukino Yukinoshita I’ve seen is always beautiful and honest and never lies—her brusque statements often say more than necessary. She has no one to rely on, and yet she continues to stand on her own two feet. The way she stood there, beautiful like frozen blue flame, so ephemeral, even tragic… That Yukino Yukinoshita… …was the one I admired."
